I'm not confined to rhythm and rhyme
But I might be when I'm talking to you
That's not to say we can't find another way,
Who cares as long we get through.

Do you want to make a conflict out of this union,
Putting a square into the round hole leads to confusion
You're sitting on dynamite with the fuse on
And I don't want to be around for the explosion.

We could of course resort to force,
But the bruises are too deep to be considered,
So I'll sing on all the same even if in vain,
For time it is the greatest healer.